The Yukon Quest

With a couple hours to spare before the first musher was due to arrive, I walked out on the frozen river and let myself fall backwards into the snow. It was dark, but the sky was filled with the brightest stars I’d ever seen which were chased, but barely-dimmed, by a glowing full moon. I could only imagine what it was like for the mushers out on the trail - just them and their dogs, doing what they loved, surrounded by the extreme Alaskan wilderness.

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